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Set in 7thyear at Hogwarts with a different plot. Harry never left to find Horcruxes because Voldemort's like...dead. And Harry and Ginny aren't together yet. :) LOL.
It was late evening; everyone was up in their dormitories...all except for one person: Ginny walked down a narrow corridor near the dungeons, writing on a small piece of paper. She stopped walking, scanned the paper with her eyes, then crumbled it up and burned it with a fire spell. Making things wasn't that hard, what was hard was the fact she was making it for herself. Ginny couldn't stand it any longer; her head was pounding and she was frustrated. She made another piece of paper appear and started writing on it again, mumbling things to herself.
Hearing footsteps, Ginny quickly stuffed the piece of paper into the back pocket of her jeans and turned around to see who was there. It was dark. "Lumos!" she muttered, holding out her wand. Standing not too far away was Hermione, who was looking slightly ashamed of herself.
"Hermione?" Ginny walked closer to her bushy haired friend, frowning slightly. "What're you doing down here?"
Hermione shuffled her feet, then sighed, looking at Ginny. "I'm sorry. I...er...Ron wanted to know where you were. I told him you'd wanted some time by yourself since you haven't had any in quite a while."
"Hey, it's okay," Ginny said, putting her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "It's just that Ron worries too much. It's not like I'm going to be killed or something. I just needed some time to think about...him."
"Are you still thinking about breaking up with him?" Hermione asked, leaning against the cold stone walls. She shivered slightly, then folded her arms close to herself.
"Yeah," Ginny said, nodding and looking around. "But let's not talk about this subject. He and I will be over soon. There's no way it could last. Not when he's been seeing someone else."
"You just finished the subject, silly," Hermione said, poking Ginny's arm. "Let's go up to the common room, yeah? It's freezing down here."
"Yeah, okay.." Ginny mumbled, then followed Hermione up the hundreds of stairs to the seventh floor.
The common room was pretty much empty by now. The fire was very low, almost just glowing pieces of burnt wood. It was raining outside, thunder rumbling through the ground and then making the windows rattle slightly. Ginny and Hermione sat on one of the couches by the fire, covered by two blankets. They were silent for quite a while – that was until Hermione had said "Did you know that Harry and that Kristy girl from Ravenclaw broke up last week?"
Ginny found this to be an interesting topic, seeing as she was about to break up with Dean for cheating on her. "Did they?" Ginny asked, seeming interested, but really her heart skipped a beat when Hermione had mentioned it. "Really?
"Yes." Hermione nodded, then smirked. "Apparently she was cheating on him...with Dean!"
"What?" Ginny gasped, sitting bolt upright and putting her hands to her head. "What the fuck dude. Seriously. Dean was cheating on me with that slut? Wow. That is so perfect..."
"Why is it perfect?" Hermione looked at Ginny as though she had gone mad. "It's not perfect!"
"Oh, Hermione," Ginny shook her head and forced a laugh, clapping her hands together. "Well, for one: Harry's free now, I'm definitely free from Dean, and now I can blackmail Kristy and Dean and threaten to tell the whole school."
"You...are so smart!" Hermione said, smirking. "This is why I love you."
"I love you too, kiddo." Ginny said, grinning.
"I'm not a kiddo!" Hermione groaned, frowning in a playful way. "I'm older than you, silly!"
Ginny and Hermione spent another fifteen minutes or so talking and laughing, hoping not to wake the other students upstairs. The storm outside became worse; the rain was like buckets being emptied from the heavens, the thunder like giant boulders being slammed together from not too far away. Hermione had gone up to bed while Ginny had stayed down in the common room to watch the coals from the fire glow slightly. She looked around the room as she heard footsteps yet again, but they were louder footsteps than Hermione's. Coming down the stairs from the boy's dormitories was Harry; with his hair a mess and his glasses askew. He noticed Ginny sitting on the couch, so he walked over and sat down, fixing his glasses. "Hi," he mumbled in a tired voice, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch.
"Hi," Ginny said back, staring at him for a moment. When Harry looked over at her, she looked away quickly. "So what are you doing up so late?" Harry asked, smiling slightly.
"I could ask you the same thing," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows at him. "But I'll answer your question: I can't sleep. Too busy thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Harry pressed on, closing his eyes, but only in a resting sort of way. "I can't sleep either."
"Just... a lot of things," Ginny said, more to herself than to Harry. She looked over at him and smiled. He was so perfect in every possible way. The way he was leaning back against the couch was even perfect. His eyes, closed, perfect. Every aspect of him was perfect! "I-I should go back upstairs." She said, realizing that she had moved closer to him.
Harry's eyes opened and he grabbed hold of her wrist softly as she got up. "Don't go."
Dammit, why does he have that voice that'll make anyone melt and obey every command? Ginny thought to herself, sitting back down on the couch. This time she sat near the other edge, a foot away from him. Thunder rattled the windows yet again. It was much fiercer than before. Ginny looked over at the window and saw a streak of lightning. Thunder.
Harry looked from Ginny, to the window, then back to Ginny again. Her eyes are so amazing when she's staring at something, or concentrating on something. He thought to himself as he looked at her. Ginny looked over at him and smiled, then looked at a small clock on the wall. It was 2:00AM.
"I should go upstairs now," Ginny said, standing up. Harry stood up, also, and nodded. "Me, too." he mumbled. They stood there for a second, then Ginny did something that startled him: she kissed him on the cheek quickly, then ran up the stairs to the girl's dormitories.
Harry stood there for a second, thinking about what just happened, then smiled to himself, touching his cheek where she had kissed him. He smiled all the way up to the boy's dormitories – that was until there was a huge flash of lightning, which startled him and made him crash into Ron's bedpost. "OUCH! Fuck!"
"Harry?" Ron said, sitting up and looking around the dark room until he spotted the outline of his best friend. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Harry said, hopping over to his bed and sitting down, rubbing his foot where he had hit it. "I'm fine."
"Okay." Ron laid back down and rolled over. He instantly started snoring.
Harry thought about Ginny. He knew he felt something for her, but he never knew she felt the same about him. Laying back in bed, he sighed to himself, thinking of how tomorrow would start and what he would do when he saw Ginny...
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